okay guys, seriously, stop relying on God all the time. He’s not here anymore.
He left so that he could see if we can act like ‘humans’ the way he wished to see. And I don’t think he’ll ever come back since we’ve messed up everything.
Frankly speaking, there’s no such thing as heaven or hell.
Earth IS hell.
Think about it.
sometimes I just want to pack up everything and leave without notifying anyone. I need my space. I can’t help others anymore. I need to look after myself first, something that I haven’t been doing. I never looked after myself. I always put others first but I’m tired now. It’s exhausting.
People who actually care would understand if not then I don’t know if they have any shred of respect left for me.
And this Mirtazapine doesn’t seem to have an effect on me because I honestly can’t tell if I’m okay or worse. Everyday, I pull a poker face.
I don’t want to live anymore.
I turn away
and close my heart—
to the promise of love
that is luring.
For the past has taught
to not be caught,
in what is not
To never do
the things I’ve done
that once had led
to my undoing.”
― Lang Leave, Love & Misadventure.
I can relate to this because I am indeed petrified to love again.